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SECOND EDITION 



Published by Dreams of Love Co. 

Memphis, Tenn. 
1919 



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^hese Poems I dedicate to my dear friend 

TieyM. Wolf 



For many acts of kindness and 
Her noble gentle spirit 



^KCinna T^oth Samuels Hohh^ 

The Author 



'Nobility of character is a priceless jeweV'—M. R. S. H. 



Introduction 

To My Friends and the Public 

During many sleepless nights, in my declining years: 
the gift of expressing my love of nature, and outpouring 
of a greatful heart came to me; and by putting my little 
Poems in the hands of my friends, I realize my fondest 
hopes. 

Dreams of Love 

To love, and to be loved, is my hearts greatest desire. 
To do good, and to serve my friends, is my ambition; 
please hear with me, in my short comings. To give 
pleasure is my greatest aim. 

Dreams of love, are true verses dedicated to loving 
friends, and dear ones who have passed to the great 
beyond. 

— The Author 



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GOD IS LOVE. 

When looking back through my past life, 
I search and analyze every part. 

And the greatest joy that I can find 
Is: I love God with all my heart. 



Since my earliest childhood days, 

I loved and wanted to be loved. 

To my parents, friends and relatives, 
I gave my hearts truest love. 



And wben in young girlhood's rosiest days, 
I was wooed, and won through love. 

I lived such happy, precious days. 

Each filled with Heavenly Love. 



Each of my children, as they came to me 
Filled my life with newborn love. 

And, for all these blessings I received, 
I praised the God of Love. 



And, in after years of hardships and death, 
I kept on loving and never despaired. 

For I thank God, who still left dear ones to me 
Whom I loved and for whom I cared. 



And now, in my declining years, 
I long for the Home Above. 

But then I say, "How can I go 

And leave the dear ones I love?' 



The love of my friends is more precious to me 

Than the richest gifts of gold. 
And when the God of Love bids me come to him, 

I leave treasure.s of love untold. 



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(Dedicated to the President of United States: The 
Honorable Woodrow Wilson.) 
A Heartfelt Prayer for Peace. 

Let us bend our knees in Prayer, 

Let us heave a sigh of ease. 
Let us praise our Heavenly Father, 

For the glorious news of Peace. 

Our hearts are beating grateful, 

For every home that is filled with joy; 

Gcd bless every good kind mother, 

Who has been praying for her boy. 

Oh! God; bring comfort to those afflicted; 

Whose loved ones sleep in a far off grave. 
Let us help them, let us teach them; 

To be patient, and to be brave. 

God bless Our President, Woodrow Wilson, 
Who has been untiring, staunch and true, 

For his wisdom, and good judgment; 
Our love and praise, are due. 

Oh! God; watch over our Army and Navy, 

"Our Boys" who fought for liberty and right; 
Who shed their blood, to save Old Glory, 
Who have at last won th« fight. 

Gad's blessing follow our skilled Physicians, 
Who left their patients, homes and wives. 

To heal the wounded, and ease their suffering, 
And to help to save their precious lives. 

Dear Father, bless that band of women. 

The dear, kind nurses of the Red Cross; 

Who gently nursed, the sick and dying. 
Who! worked so nobly, for the cause. 

"Now let us say, a solemn Prayer." 

For our heroes, who are dead. 
For their widows and their orphans. 

So they need never cry for bread. 



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THE SOLDIER'S PARTING. 

I have come to say goodbye my love. 

Kiss me once, before we part. 
Say: farewell to me, God bless you. 

While I fold you to my heart. 

Why do you tremble so? my darling. 

Wipe away that scalding tear. 
Your Father was a Soldier. 

He taught you, not to fear. 

Be courageous little maiden. 

Be cheerful and be brave. 
Trust in God our Heavenly Father. 

In His care, I will be safe. 

It is duties call I answer. 

To be just and do what is right. 
To fight for our glorious country. 

To protect the Stars and Stripes. 

Give me your hand my hearts own treasure. 

Promise to love me and be true. 
When this strife for right is over, 

I will bring Old Glory back to yoT.. 

Now go and comfort Mother. 

Be kind to her while I am gone. 
She just parted with her treasure. 

Her boy, her only son. 



PATIENCE. 

Be patient, faithful and true, 

Love thy neighbor as God bids you to do, 
Be patient and kind to young and old, 

Let your heart be ever as pure as gold. 

Be patient in sickness, 

In sorrow and in pain, 
Be patient, God helps you, 

You never ask Him in vain. 



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GOD'S CREATION. 

I love to see the sunshine, 

Break through the deep blue sky- 
To fill the world with warmth and light, 
And make our hearts feel bright. 

I love to hear the Robins 

Sing early in the morn, 
And watch them fly, from the trees to the ground. 

To pick up bugs and worms. 

I love to see the flowers. 

So fragrant and so sweet, 
The modest little Violets, 

And the Roses pink and red. 

I love to sit in the twilight 

To see the sun set in the west. 
When the flowers close their petals, 

And the birds hunt up their nests. 

I love to see the silver moon. 

And the stars so golden and bright. 
As they twinkle through the window, 

When I peep at them at night. 



LOVE AND TRUST. 

This world is full of sunshine. 

If we only look at it that way, 

Life is what we make it. 

May yours be happy and gay. 

Do not frown at the clouds when they pass. 
Think only of the bright lining inside, 

And when you feel blue and discouraged. 
Laugh loud and say I am all right. 

The Lord, who is your Shepherd, 

He watches all His sheep, 
And He is always near you. 

While you're waking and when you sleep. 



To my friends Mr. and Mrs. L. H. Graves of Memphis, Tenn. 

In loving memory of their brother Henry, a sailor on 

the U. S. S. Ticonderoga, who lost his life cjding 

his duty for his country. In our war 

w^ith Germany. 

His body went down, with his noble ship. 

But bis soul soared up on high. 
His grave is in the deep blue sea. 

His home, is beyond the sky. 

When duty called him he answered. 

Courageous, willing and brave. 
When the voice of his master called him. 

He went down to a heroe's grave. 

I know your hearts are bleeding. 
Your wound is sore and deep. 
But dear Henry is in his Savior's arms. 
Sweetly — Asleep. 



Though you can never hear his loving voice. 

On earth, you'll meet no more. 
He will be waiting, at the gates ajar. 

To meet you, on that beautiful shore. 



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"Fancies." 

I do not care to be handsome, 

For I am old and grey-headed too, 

But I do love to have pretty dresses 
And hcs2 and pretty shoes too. 

I am not an invalid, 

But I cannot walk very far, 
So I sit on the front porch awaiting-, 

Until some friend comes along in a car. 

I enjoy a spin on the Speedway, 

And a drive through Overton Park, 

My friends are mostly young folks, 

And I am not too old for a lark. 

My husband says, I am a treasure 

The best and truest wife. 
We have had many trials and pleasures. 

In our happy married life. 

I am a great lover of nature; 

I love the flowers, the grass and trees, 
I love God's creation, 

The little birds, butterflies and bees. 

I have many innocent pleasures, 

I am not too old to work a little bit. 

And I have just one little grandchild, 
Whom I teach to sew and knit. 



MY FIRST BORN BOY. 



Life seems so bright and glorious. 

And my heart is full of joy. 
For I am the proud and happy Mother. 

Of a darling baby boy. 

Oh! how I thank my Heavenly Father. 

For this gift, he gave to me. 
And I hope my sweet and darling boy. 

Will be a blessing to his Father and to me. 



THE BOYS ARE READY. 

Get ready boys to take a hand, 

To go to the front a faithful band. 

To fight for our country, our free proud land, 

To wade through seas and march through sand. 

Fond Mothers who raised sturdy sens, 

Be brave and give your hopeful ones, 

Sisters, Sweethearts and loving Wives, 

Must part with those who give their lives. 

Our Uncle Sam took ample time, 

Before he called his men in line, 
But all are ready to answer the call, 

Brothers, Sweethearts, one and all. 



It is sad, but right, must ever be right, 

And to protect our flag we must fight, 

So put on the knap-sack and shoulder the gun. 
Be up and start cut with the rising sun. 



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"FOR JUSTICE AND RIGHT." 

I am a poor afflicted old lady, 

I was born three score years and more, 
I am not able to help cur Sammies, 

And it makes me mighty sore. 

My grandfather was a French General, 

Who fought with Napoleon, through his strifes, 

But my sons are born Americans, 

And I am forever for the Stars and Stripes. 

I have no animosity towards any man. 

But I am for Justice and Right; 
And if I was a man, I'd join the Army, 

And to France I would go and fight. 

My motto is the old true one, 

"Do unto others, as you wi^h them to do to you," 
And I glory in Freedom and Justice, 

In Brotherhood, Love and Truth. 



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A TRIBUTE OF LOVE TO THE MEMORY OF THEODORE 
ROOSEVELT. 

(Dedicated to his wife and children.) 
Just a few words of consolation, 

Written by a stranger's pen, 
To the Widow of Theodore Roosevelt, 

Who was my ideal of men. 

Fearles3, brave and full of courage. 

He fell peacefully asleep; 
Friends he counted by the thousands. 

Who mourn for him and weep. 

In our Father's house of many Mansions, 
He found a home prepared for him; 

While aaleep hs answerad the summons. 
When the Master called for him. 



He was laid away in his own chosen grave. 
Near his home on Sagamore Hill, 

And his wife and beloved children 

Have to abide by our Heavenly Father's will. 

He was a Statesman and a Soldier. 

Now he has reached the highest goal; 
On the other side of Jordon, 

The Hero son meets his Father's soul. 



"ANGELS MESSAGE." 

Angels whisper sweetest greetings. 

When the stars shine bright at night, 

When the hours are slowly fleeting, 

I find my hsart grow light and bright. 

Angels whisper of the loved ones. 
Who are dwelling high above. 

Those who wait with longing for us. 

To meet us in the home of love. 

Angels spirits give us courage, 

Give us patience, trust and bliss. 

And in that heavenly soulful message. 
We can feel thy spiritual kiss. 



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BUY A LIBERTY BOND. 



Don't let the cry go unheeded, 

Buy a Liberty Bond today. 
Don't keep your surplus money, 

And hide it, and hoard it away. 

Dig deep down into your pocket; 

Buy bonds with the money you save. 
Be patriotic and be a Hero, 

Don't let our Sons fill a Hero's grave. 

Lend our Uncle Sam your money — 

We must help our boys over there; 

Don't let the Son go down, 

Give every dollar you can spare. 

Buy all the Bonds you can, right now; 

There is no time to delay or wait. 
Don't let your neighbor point his finger at you, 

And say: "That Slacker came too late." 



A TRIBUTE OF LOVE. 

My dear sweet friend, to whom I write these lines, 

Is a friend so tender and true, 
And I know your friendship is as precious to me. 

As mine, dearest friend, is to you. 

Our sons who worked to gether, 

Ere you and I did meet. 
They loved each other like brothers, 

But my poor darling boy is dead. 

You always were so sweet and kind to him. 

And you brought him such beautiful flowers, 

Whenever you came to see him, my boy. 
He spent such happy hours. 

Ma Loyd, I shall always be grateful to you, 
For I love you with all my heart. 

And I know our friendship will be lasting, 
Until God, us forever part. 



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LOVE BEGETS LOVE. 

(A Letter.) 

I received your dear kind letter, 
And it made my heart rejoice, 
To read your love-laden message, 
Made me almost hear your voice. 

Oh! it made me feel so happy. 

To know you love the things I do ; 

And just as we both love the birds and flowers. 
So, my new found friend, I love you. 

When your darling letter reached me 
I was sick with that naughty **Flu," 
But as I kept on reading and reading, 
I felt life come to me anew. 

You must write to me again, dear; 

And I will answer you in rythme; 
For my heart is filled with holy love, 
And my mind works overtime. 

I thank you for the compliment, 

You paid my son, my precious boy, 
For he hai fiilled my life with happiness, 
And made every hour one of joy. 

Oh, how I wish I could see you dear! 

But that is too good to be true; 
But my heart can beat in unison with yours. 

And I will love you and pray for you. 

For fear I will tire you. 

My precious new found friend. 
I say, goodby, God bless you, dear. 

And in memory shake your hand. 



MY NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION. 

I will love my love, 

And he'll love me, 
Together we v/ill happy be, 

This coming year. 
And more to come, 

And then we'll try to still add some. 



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THE FACE IN THE MOON. 

Last night I held a reception. 

With the faces in the moon. 
Oh! they seemed to me so life-like, 

While I was looking at them alone. 

First, it was the face of my Mother, 

And then my darling boy; 
And the face of my beautiful daughter, 

Smiled at me in perfect joy. 



While I held cut my arms to them, 

I wept out my heart's bitterest grief, 

And they still kept smiling at me, 
But my tears brought me relief. 

My life has been full of sorrow. 
Of dissapointments at its best. 

But I hope my face will smile in the moon 
When I am forever at rest. 

THE HUNGRY LITTLE BIRDS. 

Oh my! but I feel lonesome. 

The house seems forsaken and dead, 
And the only thing making me happy, 

Is to feed the birds with crumbs of bread 

Oh Janice, I wish you was here with me, 
To see how they hop and pick. 

They eat and carry a mouthful away, 

And then come back to pick, pick, pick. 



I think they are the Mother birds. 

Who take the crumbs to the trees. 
To feed their little baby birds. 

Their tiny little "wee, wees." 

God who made us, and the little birds. 

He sees that they have food. 
He gives us all we eat, and drink. 

So we must be kind and good. 



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MOTHER'S DAY, DEAREST MOTHER. 

My dear Son! God bless him, 

Is wearing a red carnation for me, 

And I hold a pure white blossom 

In my hand, to remember thee. 

Oh how sacred is the feeling 

Of precious Mother love. 
For the Mother, who is living, 

And for the one, who dwells above. 

My heart is full of emotion 

When I think of my Mother's face 

And when I look into my Son's dear eyes, 
I know, I hold the same loving place. 

Mother's 'day comes once every year. 

To wear flowers white and red. 
But I think of my Mother every day 

And every hour, until I am dead. 



"MY BIRTHDAY.'* 

Oh how beautiful is the sunshine 

On this, the first of May: 
I ought to be real happy 

For this is my birthday. 

I have had many happy birthdays. 

And some filled with grief and tears, 

I have tried to be good and kind to all, 
In all these bygone years. 

Ought I to wish for more birthdays? 

When I am suffering every day? 
Yes, for my dear ones will miss me 

If God would take me away. 

So I ask God to hear my prayer 

To bless my children and husband so dear, 
And to be a pleasure and comfort to them, 

I hope I will stay a little while here. 



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"WHY DO I FEAR?" 

Why does my heart feel so oppressed and heavy 
At an approaching thunderstorm? 

My faith and trust in God is implicit. 
In every shape and form. 

I believe in the teachings of the Bible, 
I daily read tiie twenty-third Psalm, 

I know the Lord is my Shepherd, 
I ought to feel easy and calm. 

I am ever ready to answer Thy summons, 

I am not afraid to die; 
Yet I fear the stormclouds and lightning. 

Why am I afraid, tell me why. 

Oh kind merciful Father, 

Teach me to be courageous and brave, 
I do not want to seem a coward, 

I know in your loving care, I am safe. 



"LIFE." 

Life holds many pleasures. 

But there is bitter with the sweet; 
Yet there is no path so rugged, 

But it bears the print of feet. 

Life is what we make it. 

So let us be cheerful and bright. 
And if clouds appear to mar it, 

We must look for the silver lining inside. 

God made us in His image. 

And gave us this glorious world. 
To enjoy it and be grateful. 

And to keep his commandments as told. 

We must be honest and trustful. 

And love our neighbors as ourselves. 
And we must ever be ready. 

To help those who can't help themselves. 



TO MY DEAR LOUISE. 

A friend in need is a friend indeed, 
And such you have been to us, 

My husband and I both love you, dear, 
You are our sweet dear Louise. 

Some years ago, when we first met 
You bound a spell around me. 

And I love ycu now as I loved you then. 
My dear sweet Louise. 

Your heart is like an open book. 

And in its pages, I can read 
That your love is as true as mine is for you. 

My dear sweet Louise. 

There comes a time when we must part. 

And we will not hear each other's voice, 

But my love, my dear, will ever be yours, 
Ani my prayer: God bless you, Louise. 



WE ARE NEVER SATISFIED. 

Why are we never satisfied? 

We are either too hot or too cold. 
In the Winter we are looking for summer to come, 

And in the Summer, we wish to be cold. 

Even the Stork, that busy wonderful bird. 

Who, fills the homes with joy. 
He makes a mistake by bringing a girl, 

Where the folks were looking for a boy. 

The Snow, the beautiful Snow, so white. 

How pleasant it is to the eye. 
But the pocr, who have no coal to burn. 
Th3y shiver and say. Oh! My! 

So it is through life, every single day. 

Brings some disappointment to light. 
But if we take it in a sensible way. 

We will be happy, cheerful ani bright. 



A SONG OF LOVE AND PRAISE. 



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Let us fold our hands in prayer. 
Let us sing a song of love, 

Let us thank our Heavenly Father 
Who sits on the Throne above. 



For all the blessed sunshine, 

For His glorious g-fts of love, 

Let us praise the name of our Father 
Who sits on the Throne above. 



Let us be ever true and faithful 

To the work we do with love, 

These are the teachings of our Father, 
Who sees us from His Throne above. 



MOTHER DEAR. 

The day is another anniversary. 

It is just forty-seven years. 
Since you left me, my darling Mother. 

And my eyes, are filled with tears. 

There is no love, so great and tender. 

As a Mother's, nor half so true. 
In all the years, you have been gone from me. 

I have been weeping and longing for you. 

When my life, was filled with pleasure. 

I wanted to share it with you. 
When misfortune overtook me. 

I longed, and wished for you. 

I have tried to follow your example. 

To be a faithful Mother and Wife. 
And the prayers you taught me, on your knees. 

I have been saying all my life. 

The years are passing, one by one. 

I am getting feeble and old of late. 
But I hope, when I am going home to God. 

You will be at the Golden Gate. 



THE TWENTY-THIRD PSALM. 
(The Soldier's Prayer.) 

The Lord is my Shepherd I shall not want. 

Though strife and war is close at hand. 
No matter how great the burdens will be. 

I'll find green pastures close to me. 

If tired and weary I shall be. 

By still waters thou leadest me. 
No matter how fierce the battle will be. 

In thy righteous path thou leadest me. 

While charging on the enemy, 

I fear not death, thou are with me. 

In thy rod and staff's protecting care, 

I am brave, I am safe, I am without fear. 

While marching on, bullets buzz, 

Thy goodness and mercy follows us. 

And if perhaps my life I give. 

In the house of the Lord, I shall forever live 



RESIGNATION. 

I know while you have been sick so long 
You often get discouraged and blue, 

But dear Henrietta; there are so many others, 
Who are not blessed as much as you. 

You have a kind and loving husband, 
And a sister so patient and true. 

You have everything to give you comfort, 
And friends who come to visit you. 

It is God who sends us afflictions. 
To see how much we can bear, 

And when He finds us good and patient, 
His help is ever near. 



So when at night you say your prayers 

And your children kiss you, good-nighty 

You must say. Oh God! give me patience, 
Whatsoever, You do, is right. 






A PERFECT DAY. 



I spent some happy hours, 

In joy and love today, 
With Flora and her Mother; 

It was one perfect day. 

A drive through the park in the suishine. 

Admiring the autumn leaves on each tree; 

Then to her home for a dainty luncheon; 
It was a perfect day for me. 

My affliction keeps me most always indoors; 

I am like a happy child when I get away. 
Yet I am never real lonesome — because I can work 

But, oh! this has been one perfect day. 

My dear friend is a splendid Musician. 

She sang and played the hours away. 
Ere I knew, it was time to go home again, 

And thus ended my perfect day. 



TO MY NEIGHBOR. 

I am homesick for you. Dearie; 

I wish you would come home. 
It seems to be such a long, long time: 

Since you, my friend, have been gone. 

I long to see your smiling face. 

So sweet, so kind, so true. 
I know in all this great wide world. 

There is no neighbor just like you. 



When I look out of my window. 

At your lonely empty house, 
It looks so still and lonesome, 

One can almost hear a little mouse. 

I hope you are enjoying yourself, 

And come back home in perfect health: 
Because good health brings happiness. 

Which is more precious than wealth. 




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IT IS DARKEST JUST BEFORE DAWN.' 



When you feel like you are forsaken 
And all hope and trust is gone — 

Just remember the true old saying, 
*'It is Darkest just before Dawn." 

When your heart is almost breaking, 
And you feel homeless and forlorn, 

Summon up your courage and bear it, 

The darkest hour is just before dawn. 

When you are sick, sad and suffering. 
And the night seems. Oh! so long; 

Fold your hands in earnest prayer. 

You will find peace and sleep before dawn. 



MY SON'S VISIT. 

Your visit gave me so much pleasure; 

To see you filled my heart with joy; 
Your loving words and sweet attention, 

Made me feel so happy, my darling boy. 

*'Ch, Victor, I was so homesick for you!" 

And when you came it was a surprise to me; 

Since you left me — I can hardly believe it. 
It seems like a sweet, happy dream to me. 

When I close my eyes and I am thinking. 
That you are gone, "I don't know where," 

Then I say, "God's will be done, my boy;" 
For I know you are in the Shepherd's care. 

I pray every night when I go to sleep. 

To God to guide you and watch over you. 

And to help you in all you efforts 
To keep your heart pure and true. 

There is no love in all the World 

Like your Mother's, so tender and kind; 

No matter how faulty her children may be. 
Her mother love seems blind. 



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A TOKEN OF LOVE TO ONE I LOVE. 

Dear sweet Doc'a! do you ever think of me 

Or do you thiriK I have forgotten, how dear you were to 
me. 

I made ycu a little token just to remember me, 

And to let you know, I still love you and you are still 
dear to me. 

I wish that 1 c;uli see you, in your sweet new home, 

I have so much to tell you, don't you wish that we could 
phone? 

Dear Docia, I am well and happy, as happy as I can be 
Without my precious darling, who is waiting for me. 

I hope you will accept my little token, I made for you. 

For every stitch that is in it, holds a wish so fond and 
true. 

My dearest wish, dear Docia, is — that you are a happy wife, 
And your path is strewn with flowers, all the days of 
your life. 



THE WORLD'S MOST JOYOUS NEW YEAR— 1919. 



Let all the bells be ringing, to welcome the New Year. 

Let every voice be singing happy words or merry cheer. 

Thank God, the war is over, our boys are coming home — 

Some came home for New Year's day, and some came 
later on. 

And some are sweetly sleeping, in a far off lonely grave; 

Their dear ones' hearts most breaking: Oh! but their 
Souls are safe. 

They gave their life for Liberty, for Justice and for Right — 
Their memory will be always a bright and shining light. 



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MY DAUGHTER'S BIRTHDAY. 

Twenty-four years ago today; 

The stork brought me a little girl. 
A little daughter all my own. 

As precious as a pure white pearl. 

She was as sweet, as an opening blossom. 

She was so tiny, and so fair. 
Her eyes, were like dark blue pansies. 

She had ringlets of golden brown hair. 

She was the idol of our household. 

She was so loving, sv/eet and kind. 
A better, dearer, baby girl. 
No one could ever find. 

Seven years, she stayed with us. 

Then God, took her to his home. 
There she is singing with the Angels now. 

Waiting for mother to come. 

Thus I think of my baby today. 

Though now she would be twenty-four years old. 
Whiat she was to me, and what she might have been. 

Until, my heart grows chilly and cold. 



I AM MY MOTHER'S DARLING. 

I am my Mother's darling. 

I am a fine little boy. 
My parents, think I am a treasure. 

And I hope to be to them forever a joy. 

I am only a little fellow just now. 

But I will be big some day. 
So I can repay my little mother. 

In a most substantial way. 

I hope God, will make me strong and healthy. 

So my mother, my precious one. 
Can point at me with pleasure. 

And say proudly, this is my first born son. 



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IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY SON. 

Three years, but it seems much longer. 

Since they carried you away. 
I have missed you so much my darling. 

And will miss you more and more every day, 

Life has never been just the same to me. 

Since you left me, my precious boy. 
For you were always, so loving and kind to me. 

So mischievous, and so full of joy. 

I will always remember, one day my boy. 

When you took me, on your knee. 
And while you kisssd me, so fondly, my darling: 

You said, these sweet little words to me. 

"Kiss me Mother, kiss me Darling." 

"Kiss me fondly, kiss me long." 
"For you will miss these good old kisses. 

"When your darling boy, is gone." 

Yes, you are gone, but not forgotten. 

You are now, in our Father's care. 
Waiting for your Darling Mother. 

Some day, to meet you, over there. 



I AM WAITING MY FATHER FOR YOU. 

I am so tired and weary, 

And my heart is filled with woe. 
I have been so brave and patient, 

But I am longing Dear Father for you. 

I am looking for rest dear Father, 

I've been faithful and Oh, so true, 

But life holds no hope, no future, 

I'm waiting kind Father for you. 

It has ever been thus since my childhood, 
I saw my fondest hopes fall through, 

But my faith in you has never left me, 
I will find love and rest with you. 



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THE ROSE SHE KISSED. 

One balmy beautiful summer day. 

When all the world seemed happy and gay. 
I saw a maiden, so wonderously fair, 

Sitting all al:ne, in a garden chair. 

She had a bright, and most bewitching face. 

Around her bare shoulders, she wore a flimsy lace. 
Her hair was dark, her eyes were blue. 

Her smiling lips, so tender and true. 

I slowly walked up, with a cautious step. 

And a red rose, I had plucked, I dropped in her lap. 
She looked up at me, with a startled gaze, 

And a scarlet blush, covered her fair, sweet face. 

Oh! sir: she said, how you did scare me. 

And she kissed the rose, and gave it back to me. 
I bowed — but never a word did I say. 

But the rose, she ki^:sed, I carried away. 



ALONE. 

Oh my; this is a gloomy Sunday. 

And I have been as lonely as I can be, 
I surely have missed you, my darling, 

I wish you were here with me. 

Every other day, but Sundays, 

I work the hours away. 
But being so cold, and no sunshine, 

In the house by the fire, I stay. 

But soon it will be night and bedtime, 

When I go to sleep and dream of you, 

For you are all the world to me. 

And I am the same my love to you. 

I hope you have been more successful. 

In whiling the time away. 
But I am sure you have been wishing for me, 

Your darling wife, so far away. 



"BIRTHDAY GREETING TO MY SON MILTON. 

Dear Milton, this is your birthday. 

I wish you much happiness and joy, 
And many, yes many more birth J ays, 

My darling, my precious boy. 

You are thirty-three years old today. 

It seems like a good many years, 
I have had pleasure in abundance, 

And I have shed many bitter tears. 

But you, my carling Milton, 

Have been a precious gift to me, 
Since the day they laid you in my arms, 

A baby as small as could be. 

You have always been obedient. 

Loving, sweet and true; 
And I never had one unhappy day. 

That vvas caused, my son, by you. 

You have been my precious idol. 

My beloved, first born son; 
And I say to you, "God bless you, 

My darling, my Milton, my Son." 



MY DEAR BESSIE. 

I have a friend, a dear kind girl, 

Her name you could not guess, 

She is tall and fair and has pretty blonde hair, 
So I call her my blue-eyed Bess. 

When I saw her one beautiful summer day, 
She wore such a becoming blue dress, 

And she looked so winsome and so fair, 
My isweet dear girl, my Bess. 

She has been so good and kind to me, 

This loving blue-eyed Lass. 
And I love her, my bonny darling girl, 

God bless her, my dear, kind Bess. 




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ONLY A RAY OF SUNSHINE. 

Only to look out of my window, 

To see the birds and the trees; 
Oniy a ray of sunshine, 

Gives me comfort and peace. 

Only propped up on my pillows, 

I am writing just a few lines; 
Oniy to be doing something, 

I write one verse at the time. 

Only a vase filled with ro:es; 

A friend brought them to me. 
They fill my heart with pleasure, 

They seem to smile at me. 

Only to see the little children. 

As they walk along the street, 
And to see the autos speeding. 

Is a pleasure to me, and a treat. 

Only to know that my dear ones 
Are so kind to me, and so true, 

Pvlakes me patient and grateful 
To God, who knows what to do. 



THE SKY. 

No painter's brush can paint it, 

No poet's pen can rythme. 
The beauty of the dark blue sky. 
Changing all the time. 

The golden hue at sunrise. 

Early in the morn; 
The dark gray of the gathering clouds. 

Before a threatening storm. 

The beauty of the sunset. 

In its deep red firelight; 
The silver sheen around the moon, 

And the starlit sky at night. 

God's wonders are never ending 

From early morn until we go to sleep; 

Therefore, our gratitude to our Creator: 
Must be earnest, sincere and deep. 






BEAUTIFUL SPRING. 

Nature is awakening, 

All sweet voices sing, 
A hearty joyous welcome, 

To beautiful, beautiful Spring. 

The Turtle-doves are cooing 
And making up their nests; 

The Blue-birds call their brothers. 
The bright, gay Robin red breast. 

The peach trees in the orchard 

Are gorgeously arrayed; 
The children are out romping 

And full of noisy play. 

The air is sweetly laden 

With the odor of the flowers; 
The violets are so fragrant. 

Peeping from green bowers. 

God gives us all this glory. 
How grateful we niuot be. 

For every little flower 

He gives to you and me. 



TO A GIRLHOOD FRIEND. 

When I think of the past. 

Of old friends so true. 
And my girlhood days. 

Then I think of you. 

Then I wish dear friend. 

I couli speak to you. 
Look into your sweet eyes. 

So kind and true. 



But I fear dear friend. 

We shall meet no more. 
Until we meet each other. 

On that beautiful shore. 



THE STENOGRAPHER. 

The Stenographer has a pretty hard time. 

She toils, from morning until night. 
But no matter, how hard she tries. 

She never does anything right. 

*^he works every day sick or well. 

She has no time to complain. 
At noon, she goes out to take her lunch. 

Then comes back and starts over again. 

Her Boss, who has troubles of his own. 

He is cross, and sour sometime, 
bhe takes his dictation, with a sweet smile. 

To make a mistake, is a crime. 

Life holds, few pleasures for her, poor girl: 

Yet she is cheerful, while she works all day. 

All would be well, with this hard working girl. 
If she only got a little more pay. 



TO MY SWEET EVA. 

Oh, Eva, your short little visit. 

Was such a happy surprise. 
To see your sweet face, and hear your dear voice. 

And to read the love light in your eyes. 

I asked myself and wondered. 

If you had forgotten me? 
But the answer comes back like a wire. 

Oh no: I still love thee. 



I wish we could meet more often. 

In fact never would we have to part. 
For to see you gives me such pleasure. 

You are so dear to my heart. 



Sometimes, I get real lonesome. 

Then I feel so sad and blue. 
And when I think of the friends that love me 

Then I think, sweet Eva, of you. 



INFLUENZA. 

Of all the evils I dreaded the most, 

Is to catch a contageous disease; 
For when I am sick, I long to see 

A friend's kindly, loving face. 

"Just wait until you get the Flu!" 

You will find you have no friends at all; 

No matter how much you love them, and they love you, 
They have no time to call. 

Yet we must not get vexed at them, 

And see ourselves as others do; 
For we would think twice, and maybe again, 

Ere we go to see a friend who has the "Flu." 

Talk about sick! You sure are that. 

Every bone in your body aches. 
And when you are coughing and you try to turn, 

Your back feels like it breaks. 

I never was so sick in all my life. 

And I don't know the reason why. 
I tried to get well, yet I did not care 

Whether I lived or whether I died. 

But every ill in life does you one good turn; 

So does this awful "Flu," 
For you all find, the best friend you have in the world 

Is your kind Doctor, when he comes to you. 



TO YVETTE. 



All birthday greetings 

Are written in rhyme. 
So I want to make my good wishes 

I little different this time. 

I wish you long life and a happy life, 
And a life filled with bliss; 

And with all these birthday wishes, 

I send you a little token and a kiss. 






TO ONE MORE PRECIOUS THAN GOLD. 

Today is the day when my mind goes back, 

To this time three years past, 
When ycu held the hand of my dying boy, 

And stayed with him to the last. 

How^ could I ever forget that night, 

The anguish, the bitter pain, 
To see my Darling Son, so sweet and' feood, 

Go aw^ay and never come back again. 

Then again it is you, my dear kind friend, 
His employer, so noble and so true. 

Oh, what would I have done, and my poor boy, too, 
If we did not have a friend like you? 

I love you, dear friend, with all my heart. 

For such you proved to be. 
And I pray God to bless you all your life. 

For your nobility and kindness to me. 



"BIRTHDAY GREETINGS" TO AUDIE. 

Audie, this is your birthday, 

Just one day after mine. 
To wish you many returns of the day, 

I WTite this birthday rhyme. 

God bless you dearest Audie, 

You are so sweet and good and true; 

How can I find wishes good enough, 
To write, or say to you. 

You have been so faithful and tender, 

You have given me mucn comfort and joy; 

You could not do more for me. 

If you were my son, my own dear boy. 

Let me wish you many more happy birthdays. 
Filled with sunshine and with light; 

May you never have a sorrowful day. 
May your life be happy and bright. 






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MY OWN LITTLE GRAND-CHILD. 

Shut your eyes my little darling, 

While you lay in Grandma's arms 

She will pray while she holds you, 
She will keep you nice and warm. 

Oh. it's nice to have a Grandma, 

One so dear and good, and true. 

One who loves her little darling. 

One who works and cares for you. 

When you go to bed my darling. 

When you say your evening prayers. 

Say God bles>s my dearest Grandma, 

Keep her well and happy for ever! 



MY DEAR OLD HOME. 

I left my dear old home. 

In Eighteen Seventy-One, 
And though it seems a very long time, 

I still remember, that home. 

I remember all my schoolmates. 

My teacher, and my friends. 
When they came to say goodbye to me. 

And shake my trembling hands. 

I remember the beautiful river. 

Which circled half around the town. 
The park, where the girls and boys. 

Took a walk, to see the sun go down. 

I remember too, my parents' graves. 

Where they lay and sleep in peace. 
And the house where I lived as a child. 
SuiTounded by Linden trees. 

Oh! how I would love to be a child again. 

Just for one single day. 
To be held in my Mother's arms once more. 

Ere they lay me forever away. 



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A SCPJPTURAL LESSON. 

When God created heaven and earth. 

He also created man; 
He gave us opportunities, 

To do the best we can. 

In the midst of life, we are in death: 

A saying old, but true; 
Therefore, we have no time to waste — 

We must get up and do. 

To do the things we have to do. 

We must do this very day, 
For who knows what tomorrow brings forth? 

There is danger in delay. 

We must live, so we do every day, 
Some kind act, good and true. 

The Good Book says: Do unto others, 

As you would have them do to you. 

To love our neighbors as ourselves, 
Are the teachings we must obey. 

As we sow, so we shall reap, 

Is a lesson we learn every day. 

To make friends we must be genial, 
Unselfish, generous and true; 

To win the respect and love of all, 

We must be respectful and loving too. 

•MY MORNING PRAYER." 

When I wake in the early morning. 

I rise and earnestly pray. 
Oh God! forgive me my shortcomings. 

And keep me pure today! 
Every day brings us new trials, 
Every hour seme joy and care; 
But if we are faithful in our duty, 

Our Father's help is always near. 
When we sincerely ask Him, 

To help us to be good and true. 
All our troubles will seem light ones. 

He will safely guide us through. 



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OUR SISTER. 



Angel's whisper sweetest greetings. 

To us from our sister Rose. 
Who is peacefully sleeping. 

And whose Soul is in repose. 

Though of late, you were not with us. 

We did love and think of you, 
Early when the sunshine wakes us. 

And when the moon shines on the dew. 



Yes, we know you are dwelling, 

In that Home, where we have been told. 
That the streets, are paved with Diamonds, 
And the gates are shining Gold. 

Farewell, beloved Sister. 

We still weep and mourn for you. 
But we hope to meet you Darling. 

When we need never part from you. 



MY DREAM. 

Oh, Minnie, last night, I dreamed about you, 
The funiest dream you ever heard, 

You and I were laughing and sewing. 
Some buttons on a silver grey skirt. 

I can't remember the time, my dear. 

When I was as happy and gay, 
As I was when in my dreams with you, 

Laughing the hours away. 



Oh, Minnie! I could keep on writing. 
But you know my arm gets sore. 

If I want to tell how dear you are to me, 
I would have to write forever more. 



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THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY. 

Just one year ago toiay. 

You were happy Bride and Groom, 
And today you are celebrating 

In your new sweet bungalow home. 

My dear children, Jack and Tina, 

This is your first birthday of wed Jed life. 
May you live many, many more years 

As loving husband and wife. 

I wish you great prosperity 

And God give you joy and wealth, 

But of all the good things, I wish for you most; 
Is Love, Happiness and Gooi Health. 

And remember life is not all sunshine. 

Sometimes little clouds appear, 
Then take each other by the hand, 

And kiss away each other's little tears. 



OUR SILVER WEDDING. 

Years of pleasure and some of sororw, 
Some of suffering and of tears. 

Yet dear Father how we thank you 
For these Five and Twenty years. 

This is our silver wedding. 

And our hearts are filled with gladness, 
Our friends rejoicing with us, 

Wish us health and happiness. 



Let us turn our eyes to Heaven 

And praise God for all His gifts, 

Let's forget the clouds that passed us, 
And our hearts to Him uplift. 



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"BIRTHDAY GREETINGS FOR MY LITTLE FRIEND." 

My name is Ma Je LeRoy. 

I am just six years old; 
I am my parents only little treasure. 

And they love me more than diamonds or gold. 

I asked you, my friends, to come to me, 

To have a jolly good time today, 
For this is not only my birthday 

But it is also St. Patrick's Day. 

I bid you all a hearty welcome. 

Each girl and boy in my Sunday School class; 
I want you to be merry and happy 

Every lad and each sweet little lass. 

So let us be sociable and happy, 

Let our hearts be filled with joy. 
And when you come, if God spares us, to my party next year 

I hope I will be a fine big boy. 



MY FATHER SO DEAR. 

I often wonder! why the poets 

Never write of Father's cheer? 
I am sure of all noble beings, 

I admired and loved my Father so dear. 

Who is it? who! from early morn 
Until sundown works with cheer, 

Who gives us food and all we wear? 

Our patient, faithful Father dear. 



Who! taught us to be brave and honest, 
To tell the truth, and no man fear, 

To do our duty and do it cheerful? 
None other than our Father dear. 



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IN LOVING MEMORY OF A HUSBAND. 

We loved each other like Sweethearts. 

My darling Ed and I. 
Until God took him away from me. 

And I had to bid him goodbye. 

We loved each other so fondly. 

My darling husband and I. 
God knows what is best for us. 

Though, we can not always tell why. 

By being brave and patient. 

I know I can serve him best. 
Though my heart is almost breaking 

I am glad he is at rest. 

He found a home, in our Father's Mansion. 

I shall meet him there, bye and bye. 
Then we shall never have to part again. 

My darling Ed and I. 



CONSOLATION TO MY FRIEND. 

When the hours seem long and dreary 
And your heart is heavy and sad, 

Look up to God, who is near you, 
And say, Oh! I am glad. 

I am glad I have my Mother 

To help and comfort me. 
And I have also faith and courage, 

And my Shepherd watches me. 



I am brave and fight my battle, 
And to God I daily pray 

That I may forget my sorrow 
By working every day. 



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MY SWEETHEART AND I. 

(A Song.) 

I long to see you, my darling so true, 

I want to kiss your sweet lips; 
Fold you to my heart, and never more part — 

And kiss your darling sweet lips. 

To see your dear eyes, so blue, and so wise — 

Would change darkness to light. 
To speak, of my love, to my snow white dove — 

Will make me feel happy and bright. 

The hours are so long, because, you are gone; 

I miss your darling sweet voice. 
Come back to me dear, and be ever near, 

To make my poor heart rejoice. 

My Sweetheart and I, will be one, by and by; 

Oh! how happy we will be. 
We'll need, only one chair, that will hold, just a pair, 

That will be, you and me. 



YES OR NO. 

(A Song.) 
Is it yes, or no, my darling? 

My love for you has been true. 
I came to get your answer, 
I leave my heart with you. 

Yes or no; yes or no. 

Is it yes, or no? Speak bravely. 

Let me know the worst today; 
If yes, I will be so happy; 

If no, I must go away. 

Yes or no; yes or no. 

Is it yes, or no? My heart is breaking! 

Oh! let me know my fate; 
Do not speak hasty. Darling; 

Say yes, ere it is too late. 

Yes or no; yes or no. 



THE NORTH WIND BLOWS. 

It looks bleak outside. 

And the North wind blows cold. 
It makes me feel dreary. 

And it makes me feel old. 



I love the bright sunshine. 

The flowers and the bees. 
The grass and the birds. 

And the leaves on the trees. 



The days are getting shorter. 

And the nights seem so long. 
And the wind is just howling. 

Like a gloomy old song. 

*'SOON IT WILL BE WINTER.' 

Soon it will be winter time, 

The leaves are beginning to turn. 

And all that will be left for me to do, 
Is to watch for the fire to burn. 

Oh! I do love the good old .summer time. 
When the birds sing all day long, 
But when it snows, I stay indoors, 
And I feel like everything goes wrong. 

Still there is somethdng, I can do, 

I can crochet, and sew and darn. 

And I can knit some socks, for the soldier boys, 
To keep them nice and warm. 



So we must all be satisfied. 

And not complain and whine, 

For it cannot be summer all the time, 
And the sun cannot always shine. 






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TO MY HUSBAND, A TRAVELING MAN. 

Life is sweet and full of pleasure, 

And I am as happy as can be, 
My only drop of bitterness is 

You cannot be home with me. 



But you must not worry about me, 

I will live on those hours of bliss. 
When you held me in your loving arms 

And I can still feel the warmth of your parting 

I will think of you every hour 

And pray for you every day, 
I know your ever thought is for me. 

And you work for me while your are away. 

My mind is filled with beautiful thoughts, 
I wish I could write them all for you. 

But you know I love you with all my heart, 
And I am forever faithful and true. 



GOD BE WITH YOU. 



My dear kind husband, once more you are going awey, 
I will miss you so, my darling, every hour in the day. 

But I am grateful to our Father who made you well again 
and strong. 
And I will be thinking of you fondly, and pray for you 
while you're gone. 

I hope you are successful, you are so ambitious and brave. 
And your faith in God in boundless, and in His care you 
are safe. 

So goodbye, my precious Husband, may God guide your every 
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I will write you loving letters until you are commg back. 




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'♦BIRTHDAY GREETINGS TO ALVIN JULIUS.' 

Darling Alvin Julius, 

^ou are four years old today. 
I wish you much joy and happiness. 

And many returns of the day. 

I know we will have a jolly old time, 

Eating your birthday cake, 
For all those who love you best. 

Came for your dear sweet sake. 

So let us all join in wishing you. 

Happiness, long life and health. 
A life full of sunshine, 

Success, love and wealth. 



"A BIRTHDAY WISH TO DEAR LITTLE NELL. 

This is your very first birthday. 

My dear little sweet Nellie B., 
And I hope you will be happy today, 

As happy as you can possibly be. 

Only just one year ago, 

You were a tiny little baby. 
And now you can walk. 

And you can talk, you are most a lady. 

I know you are your dear father's treasure. 

And your darling mother's precious girl. 

And your aunties' and uncles' too dies. 
And your grandma's own little girl. 

God bless you darling Nellie B. 

With health and all good things. 
And I hope you will be a blessing. 

To your parents, relatives and friends. 



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GONE HOME. 

It is just one year since her soul took flight, 
To take her place in that Mansion Home, 

Where she is wearing a crown of glory. 
Waiting for her loved ones to come. 

She was worshipped like a queen in her house-hold, 
She was so kind and so full of grace. 

There could never be such another. 

Who could fill her vacant place. 

Her kind and noble husband, 

Misses bis help mate, his precious wife, 
And her children their idolized Mother, 

Who lived a pure and christian life. 

I never met this kind lady, but once, 

But that memory lingers still in my mind. 

For she greeted me so graciously. 

As she spoke to me so sweet and kind. 

She suffered much, but bore it v/ith patience. 
And now she is with the angels at rest, 

And those who could not wish her back again. 
Are the ones who loved her best. 



HE AND SHE. 

They parted, when he passed away, four years ago. 
He and she. 
When she kissed his dear sweet lips, 
He asked with longing eyes: *'Do you love me?" 
Her answer I could easily guess. 

By his loving smile, 
I know it must have been yes. 

Now they will meet again: 
She and he. 

She was the only girl he cared to love. 
And she will know it is he, 

Who meets her in the Mansion Home above. 

They will never have to part again: 

He and she. 
Together they will sing a song of love and peace, 
While they wait for me, 

— His Mother. 



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CHRISTMAS' JOYS. 



Children come into the living room, 
And see the Christmas tree; 

See the lights, and look at the sights, 
And be as happy as you can be. 



Santa Claus was here last night. 

Oh! glorious Christmas joys. 
He brought some dolls for the little girls 

And some wonderful toys for the boys. 



Grandpa got a nice new pipe, 

And grandma a new shawl; 

Father got some fine cigars, 

Mother got the most of all. 



She got a diamond lavallier, 

A watch bracelet for her arm ; 

But what Mother likes the best, I know, 
Is her new coat to keep her warm. 



Santa did not forget our cook. 

Who is so faithful and works so hard 
She got an apron, and a new cap, 

To make her look neat and smart. 



Hark! I hear the dinner bell; 

To the dining room we go and eat, 
Some Christmas pie and cranberry sauce, 

And good roast turkey meat. 



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GOD OF ISRAEL. 

Hear us, oh God of Israel! 

Hear our supplication. 
Oh, help to end this dreadful war. 

Send peace to all the nations. 

Help us, Oh God of Israel: 

IVfake us brave and true. 

Fill our hearts with fortitude. 

We look for strength to you. 

Kind Father God of Israel. 

Spare our Soldiers' lives. 
Comfort the Mothers aching hearts. 
And the faithful loving Wives. 

Though gracious God of Israel. 
For help, we come to thee. 
Look down, in mercy on us all. 
Oh! help us, we ask thee. 



A LITTLE WEDDING PRESENT. 

Dear sweet Evelyn, 

Here is a little gift for you. 
Because you were so nice to my poor boy, 

And I know he liked you, too. 

It is only a little remembrance, 

But with every single stitch, 
While I was crocheting it, 

I made a loving wish. 



God bless you, dear sweet Evelyn, 

With a long and happy life, 
May you be to the one who loves you best, 

A faithful loving wife. 



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"REMEMBER ME." 

I hope when my life's journey is over, 

Ere I am forever laid away, 
There will be some one weeping for me 

And some one who will kindly say. 

She was a friend where one was needed, 

She was a mother fond and true, 
She was ever faithful in her duty 

To her husband's, devoted and true. 

She was a loving obedient daughter, 

To her parents who are dwelling on High, 

And who are waiting with her children to meet her 
In that beautiful home beyond the sky. 

When my hands lay folded and idle 

And I cannot use my pen any more, 

I know I will be fondly remembered 

By those who love me now and forevermore. 



TRUE FRIENDSHIP. 

Friendship is a wonderful tie, 

If honest, noble and true. 
And such a friend, my dearest Rey, 

I have found in you. 

When sad misfortune knocked at my door, 

You gave your helping hand so noble and true, 

And the only way, I can ever repay you, Dear 
Is through my love and devotion for you. 



I hope that God will bless you. 

With happiness and good health. 

And your every wish, my dearest Rey, 
Be gratified and fulfilled. 



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